Poems of a Feather

My Favorite Bird

The one that swings us to the side

of a highway, that rushes you

to the trunk for your scope. The one

that lures you over a ditch to a field's edge. That

you aim the lens at, zoom the focus on,

arch your back for. The one that keeps

your sights fixed on a treetop

and mine on you.

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